If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to have someone you love so very much in a hospital on the opposite side of the United States than you are, it’s hard. Especially when you’ve been the one with them constantly during hospital stays.
It involves a lot of prayers. A lot of tears. A lot of phone calls. A lot of driving.
We’ve been driving all night, cross country. About thirteen hours through dark country sides, lit up cities; over bridges and over rivers and lakes and streams. We left at 7:00 last night. We have an hour left as I write this.
We watched the sun rise four states away from our home. It was a beautiful sunrise, veiled in misty fog, reminding us that our Lord’s mercies are new every morning, and great is His faithfulness.
If you think of it, pray for us. Pray for my grandfather, who is in the hospital, states away from where we live. Pray for my parents who have shared the responsibility of driving all night. Pray for my mother — it is her father who is laying in that hospital bed. Pray for my grandmother. Pray for the doctors. Pray for alert minds, clear thinking, and peaceful hearts.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.